Chapter 2 Plum blossoms cut their heads, and white snow flies and swords break their intestines.

Hancheng.

The cold city is not exactly a city. It is a huge courtyard standing on the top of the Xuanbing Peak in the Tianshan Mountains.

The cold city is undoubtedly a miracle, the top of the mountain that has been frozen all year round, and the lonely city with frost and snow. But when it comes to the people who built him, they feel that this miracle is just a matter of course.

[600 years ago, Xuanbing Daxian. Exorcism and defense, the magic power is boundless.]

No one knows the real name of Xuanbing Daxian, but the cold city faction he founded is a place outside the world. Up to now, there are still rumors in the world that "you will be a fairy as soon as you enter the cold city". It's just that no one knows where the cold city is, and no one can be sure whether the cold city is a legend or a real thing.

Xuanbing Peak is located in the depths of the Tianshan Mountains. Birds and birds are extinct within 500 miles, and there is no grass. It has always been empty.

At this moment, there is a line of camel bells coming around the mountain endlessly, and it is getting more and more clear in this cold valley.

In the middle of the mountain, a solemn archway dripping with ice, facing the blade-like cold wind alone, and in the gray fog, there was a dead silence.

The two words under the frost in the upper layer of the archway are faintly distinguishable: "Xuan Bing".

Walking another ten miles is an archway with thicker ice and snow. It is almost to the top of the mountain, no longer the gray fog, and the goose feather snow is silently floating.

It's not the first time he has come here. He doesn't need to read the words on the archway - "Hancheng".

A disciple heard the sound and arrived in front of the archway of the "cold city".

The two snow-clothed disciples are both handsome with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

One person said, "Second brother? Why do you only see a team of camel bells?

The second brother shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm here with you. You ask me, how can I know?"

"Hey... It is said that the second brother is resourceful. Why doesn't he even know this?" Another person came down with a loud voice.

Another disciple smiled and fell close to the two of them.

Looking at the seemingly relaxed body of several teenagers, they are all profound skills that Dugu Wujiang could not dream of before his death. Dugu practiced painstakingly for 40 years. In his prime, he could be half as far away as this little teenager.

"Oh, monkey, do you know?" The second brother squeezed the later disciple.

"Hey, Master just said that this is the refinery material collected by Uncle Achemy." The monkey raised his eyebrows, waved his hand and said, "You guys who drive camels and horses to unload all the goods to the Danqi room in the backyard."

The second brother had seen the owner who didn't drive the camel. He was happy. He bowed his hand to the monkey and joked, "Brother Monkey, has the master told you where these drivers have gone?"

"This..." The monkey was stunned when he saw no one.

Liuzi was happy and said with a smile, "Ha ha, isn't it these camels, grass and mud horses and so on that no one can control us by themselves?"

"Don't talk nonsense, spread it to the ears of the leader, and be careful to punish you for thinking about it!" The monkey's brain is still spinning fast, which is really a little strange. "You watch here, I'll tell the master!"

The second brother was anxious when he heard this: "Good things, good things can be occupied by you alone. Sixth son, you watch here!"

signaled to the little brother who came with him and pushed up with the monkey.

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Their master Chen Shuang was about 40 years old and was meditating in the room. Listening to the disciples' whine, he was full of disbelief and moved to the mountain gate.

Although camels and horses endure a little cold in the desert, they are not as cold as this frozen place. My teeth have trembled with cold.

The sunk frost circled around, and it was strange in my heart. There are a few sporadic blood stains everywhere on the cloth bag.

Chen Shuang's face sank and asked his disciples, "Don't you really see anyone?"

The three disciples shook their heads one after another.

Chen Shuang turned his head and meditated for half a time.

"Well, sixth son, you first send it to the elixir room in the backyard, and hand it over to your uncle Ning Frost to unload the goods."

"Yes!"

"Second, monkey." Turn around and turn to others.

"Yes!" "I"

"You two are smart. Stay here, if there is any movement, report it immediately!"

"Yes!" The second apprentice took the lead.

Chen Shuang didn't say much, and he rolled over and went to the backyard.

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Hancheng. Plum Cliff.

The wind in Xuanbingfeng is very strong, the wind in the cold city is very strong, and the wind in Meiya is like a knife.

This is a cliff that makes people feel desperate just by looking at it.

The palm of the hand is usually inserted diagonally from the cliff. If there is no plum in the palm of this palm-like cliff, it will make people more desperate. Therefore, Desperate Cliff is also called Mei Cliff.

There is only this plum blossom on the whole Xuanbing Peak. Dare to be in the coldest knife-like wind, dare to release the cold fragrance on this short ice cliff!

Plum on the cliff, river under the cliff.

Heart on the cliff, despair under the cliff.

Under the plum blossoms, there stands an old man.

The white hair is in a bun and inserts a hairpin of agarwood. Dressed in white, it complements the snow flowing between heaven and earth. With his hands behind his back, he couldn't see his eyes. I don't know whether he was staring at the occasional falling plum blossoms or the silent glacier under the cliff.

He is the head of the cold city - Yunfeng.

"Master, I will see you." The voice was soft, as if he didn't dare to disturb the old man who looked at Mei, and more like he didn't dare to disturb the trembling plum blossoms.

Some people are born unable to speak, while others are born unable to see. But even those who can't speak, hear and see are many times better than those who are born brainless. Yunfeng Taoist people are much happier than them, but they are born without beards.

Yunfeng Taoist turned his face, and a square face was full of wind and frost, and his face was white. Like this ice cliff, a face that has been frozen for a long time can't see the expression.

Yunfeng Taoist: "Sink of frost? What's the matter?"

Chen Shuang bowed his head and said, "The materials collected by Brother Shen Shuang have been sent back. However, I didn't see a group of people escorting.

"Didn't anyone see it?" Hearing this, Yunfeng Taoist turned his face to the cold wind again.

"Well... I forgive my incompetence, and no one has seen it."

"Camels will not go up the mountain by themselves." The tone was even colder, "Then what will you say to me?"

"Disciple, I saw blood." Seeing that the master was unhappy, his honest frost head hung lower.

"Blood?"

"There are everywhere on the camel's body, and the heavy frost seems to be thinking carefully. "Very fine blood stains are caused by a strangely blunt blow. There should be no such action in mortals.

"Oh?"

"Master, he has randomly decided what he has decided once in seven years, and this year is the seventh year. Will it be... he came?"

Taoist priest Yunfeng snorted angrily and said angrily, "Go and investigate it thoroughly. Don't talk nonsense! Go down!!!"

Shen Shuang didn't expect the master to suddenly lose his temper and sweat coldly. He bowed his head and said, "The disciple said nonsense, please punish him!"

Taoist priest Yunfeng took a breath, calmed down, and said, "Shen Shuang, go down."

The order is as unquestionable as the ice under this foot. There is no room for pleading.

"Yes." Chen Shuang was worried. I thought I could only eavesdrop outside the hospital.

"I don't allow anyone to step in within 200 steps."

"Yes." The frosty teeth were about to be broken, but they could not resist and retreated antagonistically.

The snow is still drifting.

The snow in the cold city seems to have not stopped all year round.

The footprints that the frost had just passed were carelessly filled by the snow after a while.

"Sent them to rest. I'm here early." The red clouds flashed, and the man in red, the lancer in his hand seemed to have been covered with thin ice by the wind and snow, and the blood-red fangs seemed to be frozen.

"Yang Gucheng!" Yunfeng Daochang's anger suffocated in his throat.

"People who know me humbly call me 'Xingke', and those who don't know me are afraid to call me 'monster' and 'demon'. Only you dare to call me Yang Gucheng."

Hearing that Chen Shuang had walked far away with a gang of disciples guarding the courtyard, Yang Gucheng walked to the edge of the cliff and said lightly, "Although Xuejiao is no longer there. However, I still come to the cold city as usual and always bring some gifts..."

The Yunfeng Daochang's face was bloodless, as cold as the goose feather snow in the sky, and said, "Have you killed all the people?"

Yang Gucheng stared at the Taoist priest Yunfeng, and his face seemed to write, "It's none of your business."

Yunfeng Daochang's face did not change, and his face did not fluctuate. It seemed that those people's life and death should really have nothing to do with him.

Yang Gucheng slowly fell on the plum tree and said, "Today, the first seven-year appointment, I came to you, and you are here. The second seven-year appointment, I came to you. You are in the study. Today is the third seven years, but I didn't expect you to be here again.

Taoist priest Yunfeng also looked at the plum blossoms and said slowly, "In the first seven years, here, you lost your soul and almost died under my sword. You spent seven years diligently practicing the sage magic book. In the second seven years, I was defeated by your sword, and the two sides were offset..."

"What?" Yang Gucheng suddenly became furious, "If we can offset each other, why should I come to you today!"

The sling in his hand opened his eyes angrily, and the ice and snow suddenly turned into smoke and clouds.

[Plum blossoms fall into the clouds and wind, only disturbing the lovesick people in the ancient city.]

[White snow and delicate face finally turned into tears, and since then there has been less red dust on the edge of the cliff.]

"I regret it. If I could exchange my life for her life..." Taoist priest Yunfeng said this and seemed to have choked, "But, a hundred-year-old door rules..."

"Door rules! You are the same dog-blooded rule! Bury my Xuejiao under this cliff of despair! How dare you mention it!!" At this point, Yang Gucheng was on the verge of madness, gathered the blood in his chest angrily, and slapped the Taoist priest Yunfeng.

Yunfeng Daochang dared not neglect it. His right hand gathered a topaz-like luster and flew up to take the blow of Yang Gucheng.

"Sking!" With a sound, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, the whole Xuanbing Peak was shocked.

Hearing this loud noise, all the disciples in the cold city gathered outside the small garden for fear that the master of the head would have an accident.

As soon as they took action, the two did not answer. Yang Gucheng raised his left hand in the wind, bit Yunfeng's head, and his right hand cut against the wind. The narrow and slender silver knife had slipped to Yunfeng's neck.

[The left hand is the head, and the right hand is cut.]

Yunfeng Taoist knows of course that the "cutting head" Yang Gucheng really makes people feel cold is not the world-famous and frightening xiao Shou, but the inconspicuous four-foot-long narrow knife inserted on the belt behind him.

Because only the cutting knife is his real killing move. In recent years, the "left-handed shou" has been alone in the world, and few people can force him to force him to "cut the head with the right hand". Therefore, there is a fallacy that "sharpening the head" becomes the "head".

Yang Gucheng has gone all out to deal with the person in front of him as soon as he took action!

Yunfeng Taoist was on one side, with his head facing back and feet forward, and flew straight out horizontally. Avoiding the cutting knife, the ghost of the bladdy's head did not disperse, and he walked around him. This side slapped the xiao's head, but the deadly knife over there came to his ear. He didn't expect that in seven years, Yang Gucheng's skills had progressed to such a point. He secretly tried his best to be more cautious and had to retreat while fighting.

With a short body, the white shadow flashed under the plum tree and opened the box on the stone table under the tree. A white sword flew out of the box!

As long as the owl is out of the grasp of Yang Gucheng, he also has his own thinking. After the Yunfeng Taoist held the sword in his hand, it ate two sword winds, so he dared not rush on, hovering in the air not far away and slowly floating around the cloud wind. Although it is invulnerable with copper and iron-bone knives and guns, it is also for ordinary iron knives and guns. In front of this magic weapon flying sword, if you fight hard, you will be cut off and the melon will not be killed, but it will still not be worth the loss.

The xiao's mouth was " quite quite" and drank low.

Seeing the cloud wind coming out of the sword, Yang Gucheng shouted "Okay!" The knife rolled the silver waves, condensed countless snowflakes, turned into seven tangible knives, and seemed to slide quickly and slowly to the cloud wind.

Yunfeng Daochang's feet jumped into the air. The blade of the sword was horizontal. In a blink of an eye, the energy contained in the sword body roared out. The blades of the sword on both sides were still white, but the sword body burst into pink. With a bang, a plum blossom bloomed arrogantly from the crisscross.

Yunfeng Taoist priest pushed his right palm and shouted, "Hanmei roar!"